“The only people who can change the world are the people whom the world cannot change.” -Josiah Samuel Harry
All posts by goodnightnina
I suffer; n bleed out emotions
I’m not tough leather I need devotion
N my mind is like an itchy trigger finger
Rarely thoughts simply linger
My synapses snap crackle pop
Battling thoughts unraveling lots
I have triumph regrets; perplexed
What do I do. What’s next
Feel the pain or head up n “feel the rain”
Or I shut my mind right off
“It’s just another day”
I run around; Me n my poetry trainbound
Cityscape playgrounds
Openly admit I ain’t close to perfection
Just beautifully scarred
Life is an intersection
So…
Which way now?
Fauxcroft. The spoken word.
Choose words carefully Because they define you They can lead you to be perceived As benevolent or cruel Your words could poison Or they can inspire They can cause real pain and hurt to transpire Or they can help heal some bodies wounds How you use and speak words is down to you.
Street art in Paris; wordvirus.
Street art in London (between goswell road, old Street and clerkenwel), UK, by artist Vera Bugatti. Photo by Vera Bugatti.
#DailyHaikuChallenge: So Fly Postcard
#fresh
Stormz.

Respiration calm; just slidee by;
Move faster than the traffikk
Gliding through sky; the snowstorm;
It covered the cascade
I’m floating; high kite bitch;
Kind of making me anxious…
But embrace it; head proudd
Held high ;Cause I’m done up;
This Vixen is just Lit
Up the whole city; princess of my district
A misfit; miscreant
Hesitant ; to let em in this
World I twirl turn; more precious than pearls
This is my life; I hold it tight
Can’t let it burn
So I run through the raindrop city
It really drip n drop poetry
Slam formation n hip hop
Sewn into my platform
Your laptop flat screen.
Rascalz – Blind Wid The Science ; Cash Crop 1997
My favourite verse.
[Misfit]
Beyond compare, will I dare
A glutton for punishment
You’re starring so deeply
Cause of my hypnotic
Predicament you’re in [?] now
As I mention
Turns of abuse
Laughin, it’s too late for a truce
I pass the physical all mentally
I got the chemistry
Them other’s are history
When I shape em like geometry
So parallel my gram
You must be hittin with the third
Your visions [?] blurred
Trapezoid and obscure by the right one
The Misfit, maverick, here’s the light one [?]
Two, three then you will see the
Subliminal message
When pros flow
By a morse code tactic
My advice, obstain from overuse
Please don’t overdose, in soul
You’ll needs a boost
Hooked like your sweet tooth
On a lyrical fountain-head
We’ll learn sure the malnurished when I gets fed
Puttin kings in check, only true be fortold
I’m wrecking his fashion
By makin a statement with this tongue lashin
In ways you can’t figure, is I be
Swingin a size 44 bat
Like a Louisville slugger
And when this ends
To the mound, I be the pitcher
Do you get the picture
It’s time to substitute you for a pinch hitter
Trans Pride: A Higher Cause (Poetry) – Nina
Can it be all so simple then…





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